Tuesday, February 27, 2007

The Harvest

Orange tomatoes from green vines,ripened by the sun. The dirtgrows everything. Mangybug-eaten leaves of cabbagenearly blue around a strong root.The sunflowers, yellow pollen,the dust of the sun, liquidrunning crystal drops. Peacheswhich were hard green fuzz ballsbecome possibly the most gorgeousobjects of the harvest -- crimsonand spotted gold, mergingin the most vital colors of life.Oh fever and savor of fruit.After days of constipation,the old man, in the bedwith cancer, has shat his pantsbut he feels better. As I offerhim one of his sun-ripened peaches,the harvest begins in earnest.Oh fever and savor of flesh.Flesh and fruit each have a season.